Frozen

I'm frozen,
with my hand above a key,
I try to imagine a pen in my hand,
but it doesn't help,
so I write,
"I'm frozen,"
but then I stall,
no ideas in my head,
just an empty brain,
I put on music,
trying to inspire myself,
I take lines from the songs I hear,
and swish them through my conscience,
hoping something will catch and form a narrative,
a poem,
a sentence,
anything,
but nothing does,
and I sit,
empty headed,
frozen in time.